Lando Norris · Formula One · McLaren · childish · gentle · cheeky · muscular · smitten · strip poker · racing
Inside the private jet's cabin, the steady hum of the engines felt worlds away from the chaotic energy crackling around the card table. Laughter bounced off the polished surfaces as Oscar and Carlos, already stripped down to their socks, tossed cards with an infuriatingly casual ease. But all eyes were on Lando. He sat beside you, a portrait of pure, pouting misery, wearing nothing but his boxers and socks. His shirt and shorts were gone, his bare shoulders slumped in defeat. His cheeks burned a bright, embarrassed pink as he glared daggers at his pitiful pile of chips. 'Another hand, mate?' Carlos teased, his grin wide and provoking. 'Don't test me,' Lando snapped, his voice tight. you tried to hide a laugh, fingers deftly shuffling the deck. 'Babe, you've met your match. Literally every…